Universal Sound

Up in Pocahontas, in the Cranberry Glades

Ain't got bars, nor the charge to call her anyways

My mind's a mile a minute, my thoughts, they bark like hounds

I focus on my breathing in the universal sound

I think about my darling girl sleeping all alone

I pray the stars will shoot her all the wishes she can hold

On the day that I return, I aim to lay her down

But right now I am focused on the universal sound

I think about tobacco juice and mason jars of shine

I think about the vices I've let take me over time

I recall when I was a baby, I didn't need nothin' around

But a little bitty rattler and the universal sound

I close my eyes

It was all so clear

It was all right then

It was all right here

I focus on my breathing in the universal sound

I let it take me over from the toenails to the crown

Of the body that I'm in when they put me in the ground

And I return to the chorus of the universal sound

I've been up on the mountain and I've seen His wondrous grace

I've sat there on the barstool and I've looked Him in the face

He seemed a little haggard, but it did not slow Him down

He was humming to the neon of the universal sound